Claudia Winkleman

I'd love to spend a month in China.

I love PG Wodehouse.

I'm not sure a pretty and stupid man might be the key to a happy relationship.

There's nothing quite as perfect as going to a dark room where you can eat fattening food next to the man you love. OK. All right. Like. The man you like.

Stockings are tricky for girls - you worry about them falling down all night and the idea that you dress up at 7pm so that your boyfriend can get excited about six hours later is just too much effort.

I've always thought MySpace sounds like a new estate agency in central London run by two men who favour large-lapel suits and goatees.

I don't have any secrets; I don't believe in secrets.

I never go to parties. I never go to premieres. You can't play that game, because it's short-lived and you want a life.

If you meet a girl who says: 'Darling, what do you mean? Of course I wear suspenders. I've worn them all my life. I think tights are for old people,' then know this: she's desperate to have kids, she wants you and her to live in the same house as her mum, she never wants to go out and she just wants to lie on your chest for the next 15 years.

All my life, I have avoided any sort of exercise. I don't enjoy sweating and I think people who show off about having just done 20 press-ups are pretty weird.

Hiring someone to look after your children is about the most important thing you will ever do in your life.

Look, I just read out loud for a living. Most of my friends are doctors or lawyers, people I went to university with, they're on the train at 7 A.M. and don't get home until 7 P.M. They work bloody hard, and they're allowed to be overwhelmed. I don't think I'm allowed, really.